THICK

This morning we were driving in the car and Eli noticed that when she looked at me in the rear view mirror she could see double...you know, where it looks like the driver's shoulders are at the same place their mouth is? We all giggled about how weird this must look, and moved on in our conversation.

A couple of minutes later, Eli pronounced from the backseat, "Mom, you're thick!", to which I replied, "Thank you, Eli". This being thick isn't a new thing for me, and definitely isn't an insult as some women would take it to be. I take pride in my thickness, thank-you-vurry-much. Naki taught me well. The other girls weren't as pleased with her pronouncement, so I asked her, "What does thick mean, Eli?". She held up her hands, palms together, and had her hands almost touching. Oh..."Do you mean thin"? "Yeah! You're thin, Mom..."

No woman would shy away from such a compliment, no matter how content they are with their thickness.